It’s no secret: I, Michele Truty, am no fan of brunch. Oh, I got no problem with the meal itself—late, savory breakfasts are the jam—but going out to brunch, waiting in line with fellow brunchers to get a table, that just puts me off my grits.
On our trip to Chicago, the whole gang hit up Handlebar, where last time Janessa and I got late-night drinks and grabbed tiny fried pies to save for breakfast. Guess what, no line, even for the back patio! On a sunny day in late September (which explains the shadows in all the photos)!
The menu’s super vegan-friendly, and service is better than it has to be in this neighborhood. You get a bunch of food for your money, and it’s pretty dern good. Lookee!